Just humor me and say, "yes, of course" or at least, "what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger!"
Tomorrow Iris starts her gluten-free/egg-free diet. We are doing it for at least 3-4 weeks, but, well, her blood tests indicate she is sensitive to these things, so I don't really foresee an end to this change. Today I made a loaf of GF/EF bread, according to a recipe on Gluten-Free Goddess (I would link, but I am on a crappy laptop that takes three hours to load a new web page). It didn't rise at all, which I will attribute to my yeast (though the yeast appeared to be working just fine). If you have ever done GF baking, you will know how expensive and time-consuming it is. Throwing anything away is terribly sad. I also made pumpkin cupcakes, a recipe I have made before but this time I used egg replacer, which are a little flat. I made Iris a bunch of other snacks and researched a bunch of recipes to help kick off the new diet. But it is crazy overwhelming. I am praying to god we see obvious improvements by eliminating these ingredients.
Wednesday Eloise starts kindergarten. Oh, my. I can't even wrap my head around it. There is nothing more to say on that front on account of my brain unable to process it.
Thursday I start home school with Iris. Luckily her first day is a "class day" as she is doing two days a week with a small Waldorf home school group. Friday we start at home, though. I drew up an elaborate schedule of how our weeks will look, It is probably a laughable schedule to, well, just about anyone, but I decided I needed something to start with. We will give it a go. School will be Mon-Fri from 9:30 to 2:00. Before 9:30 is "chore time" and we pick up Eloise from school at 2:30, so we won't really do any home school after Eloise is home.
Today I realized that I am going to have to get a paying job ASAP. I don't have a resume yet (it will be pretty pathetic with that whole 5 1/2 year SAHM gap and all) nor do I know when I will even have time to work, but I will figure it out. So, between the schools and the new diet and everything else on my usual plate, I will figure it out.
It kind of makes me want to pull the covers over my head and call it a day. Or a week. Or a year.